Woven Baskets of Sorrow by Shannon Yang (a book to read .txt) 📕

On Saturday Emma and I visit the hospital again because this time we can stay longer. It amazes me that Angie has such the capacity to endure. Living like a barbarian in western Canada. Working from dawn till dusk every day to survive. Seeing her beloved little sister get eaten by a bear. Moving the long way to New Jersey. Going to school for the first time. Getting sick...and staying for a day or two.
Emma swings her backpack off her shoulders. She shuffles around, and then takes out a little yellow Get Well card for Angie. Angie smiles at us, so I gladly present the card to her. She reads it then looks up again, from me to Emma to me to Emma for the umpteenth time. She makes a strange face.
I try to shake it off. But it keeps coming back to me. She made a weird face at the card. So what?
It’s as if Emma reads my mind. She whispers, “So she doesn’t really like us.”
I nod in agreement.
I feel like Angie is going to flat-line soon. Emma and I wait for a while, watching the machine.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Angie wakes up again. She looks at us again with a weird face.
“What are you doing, Ella?” asks Angie. The sudden outburst startles Emma.
Emma replies for me. “We’re looking at your health.”
Still.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
It is hopeless. I mean, hopeful. Angie is good. We get bored and decide to leave.
On the way down, I see Eva. She is there like the day before, holding a batch of money and carrying a smile.
What is this???

Publication Date: 08-09-2012

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